Chapter 2
Damien looked around for someone familiar, and caught someone’s eye. “I’m checking in Carl!” he called to the man as he fought through the slightly crowded backstage area.
He paused by Carl’s side and took in the new look. Blue vinyl pants, black boots, no shirt...holy crap. Carl raised an eyebrow as he noticed Damien’s admiring gaze.
“Can I take that look to mean your back in the singles pool?” Carl asked reaching around Damien to grab his a**.
Damien frowned, “Yes, but no touching, it’ll be a week at least before I start the circuit again.”
“So?” Carl pushed. “Who care about the circuit, everybody needs to find someone else on the side.”
“Does the term monogyny mean anything to you?”
Carl gave him a s**t eating smile, “Nope.”
“Just great. Do you have any news for me from the higher ups? I heard that management changed.” Damien slapped the hand that was creeping down his a** away.
“Oh, right. New boss wants a word with you. Something about another job?” Carl looked suspiciously at Damien. “Were you doing our old boss?”
Damien looked affronted. “No, I was not doing our old boss! Damn, where do you get your ideas?” he was still mumbling curses under his breath when he emerged from back stage and started to fight his way to the front of the club.
“Damn who ever thought that placing the office and backstage so far from each other was a good idea.” He muttered, giving Stan, the bartender, a careless salute as he managed to escape the crowd and vanish through the door way to the offices.
The cool, white silence of the hallway was welcome after the thumping beat pulsing through the rest of the club. Damien ran a hand through his hair and shoved it back from his face, glaring at the messy black strands. He knocked on the third door on the right and pushed I open with a simple, “you wanted to see me?”
He stopped just inside the door and ran his eyes over the room, lingering on the changes. Same crème walls, new black furniture and deep red couch. And the man behind the desk...breathtaking.
Damien momentarily forgot how to breathe. Thick golden hair falling past his shoulders, deep sapphire blue eyes framed by long lashes...there goes my decent nights sleep. His mind went instantly to places he shouldn’t be visiting right now and he could feel his pants getting tight.
The man seemed to be giving him the same vibe he knew he was shooting off. He starched out a hand to the man, “I’m Damien Cantrella.” He said softly.
The man smiled and reached out to take his hand, “Caine Locke.” They shook hands and both seated themselves by the desk. “I was reading your file and found that you design websites as a day job and I was wondering if you would mind terribly making one for the club.”
Damien frowned from behind his protective layer of eyeliner. They were really swamped...but if it meant getting to spend more time with Caine...
“You will be paid for services rendered, of course. Any price you ask.” Cain continued. “Just name it.”
Damien’s eyes narrowed, he had to be set up and ready to go in ten minutes. “How about we meet for lunch tomorrow and discus this business venture further?”
Caine smiled, something sparking in his eyes. “I’d like that. I have the address for your company, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 1?”
Damien smiled and nodded, “I look forward to it.”
They stood up at the same time, and Damien chewed on his lip. “I have to go,” he murmured eventually. “I’ve got less than then minutes to set up and I normally need fifteen.”
Caine nodded in understanding. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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